The Fruit Stare - (The Pleasure of The) Rumble Strip Lyrics

You've been on the road for days
Thinking of the way
You'd like to lay your woman down and say, "be still"
Like she's under your will
Is it so wrong to rib your fascist way?
Your need to dominate
With armored heart and dark malaise
Let me see it
Let me see you
Feel the pleasure of the rumble strip
Press your tongue into your teeth and top lip
Sometimes you ought to be the passenger
Give your ego the slip
Let your loving woman steer the ship
Let her tie you down and wear the dick
How to surrender is a thing to learn
Ride your libido with id
It's a shame the way your man behaves
How he tailgates all over my grave
It reads Here lies Cliché
Gone to masquerade in the ether
Feel the pleasure of the rumble strip
Leave your body at a steady clip
It's a cry from Melanesia
And Vienna's a trip
I got a letter from the sex box man
Ten years living on the lamb
Said he found a cure for cancer
And how to roll a spliff